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All of our kitties are of questionable heritage, but I once had a gorgeous, huge, yellow, smart and otherwise impressive male MC named Morris (what else in the '70s?). We never worried about mice, rats, king snakes, badgers, or catamounts, Morris would run them all off.
The current crop are all of the variety of the feral mom cat knew an easy touch and dropped her babies on our doorstep. And none of them can hunt a cockroach much less anything with a spine. They're hell on laser spots though and Friskies Gravy Lovers hasn't a chance.
Susie saw a mouse a few weeks ago, and I'm pretty sure that it was fully aware that we've a pride of wimps and it's safer inside than out (where the feral kitties live).
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